What a life, if this is life at all – to be honest I’d rather not be bothered with it as I can see there is nothing after and the sooner I can reach that nothing the better. One’s life starts slow and builds speed uphill until a point where vigour and desire begin to ebb and after that there is nothing left but to slide downhill into infirmity and death.
I am Edward, a steam punk – a child of the Victorians and early Edwardians who is really out of place in the 21st century. My language is too English and too well educated, my adoration of women is unappreciated and I have far too well refined a sense of right, wrong and personal responsibility so if you believe that the State owes you a life then I suggest you leave now. The concept of Political Correctness is a disease of the mind, and society, to me and I see positive vetting for what it truly is……Tokenism!
Who is Edward? A lunatic – I know this because my doctors tell me I am but to be honest that is only their opinion and the general opinion of society, other people say that wishing for death isn’t normal but it’s perfectly normal to me. The others are the sane ones or so society tells them because they fit in with what is regarded as normal which, in this context, is simply another word for average. Think on you normal people, it pleases me to consider what demons may be holding their revels in the repressed minds of the sane! They merely wait for the door to unlock or open a chink and they will burst forth to show us all what fun they bring.
I have no value either to myself or any around me (as I see it) and I have done so many things in my life already that there isn’t much left that I would like to do. Repeating things just gets boring so one day I will simply load up my dueller and end my pain the way a gentleman should.
Who is Henry J? If you are asking that then your education is sadly lacking, he is the outer shell of decency that is seen by his friends and family and which conceals me – his real self – the duelling, sword wielding, flower buying, woman loving creature inside.
Where is this blog going? Back into the past thence forward to tell the story of a modern rake, Hogarth revisited for the 21st century with all the cautionary tales in place………
Hogarth had me all wrong you know, I wasn’t bad but just good at making bad choices and as a result I have been famous for centuries for being an idiot twice baked.
I knew them all, Tommy J and Moll and Fanny, I knew Harry F’s father when he was young, they were a lovely group of people and perfect to carouse the areas of Gin Lane with as there was never a cross word between us. We just accepted each other’s fallibilities and got on with enjoying life for it’s own sake, it was a wonderful era of change and development with so much to see and do.
Strangely, considering my lifestyle, it was not a disease that took me, nor a lunging sword point but a ball from a gun wielded by an amateur sportsman who followed through on his bird too far. The last I recall from my previous life was this idiot swinging in my direction and then a bang followed by a thump in the head.
I had been incarcerated by my family who held strong beliefs that the two people living in this body were a sign of either lunacy or demonic possession. They were not to know the struggle that waged inside between the two of us as we sought dominance over each other, sadly for Henry he had morals whereas I, fortunately, remained unhindered by any such notions.
For some reason my door had been left unlocked and myself unfettered as I was readied for the weekly hosing down that was part of my treatment. I decided that I wanted to see the sun and smell the air again and so I crept out and then ran toward the great entrance and so out. It was my misfortune that I timed my run across the grass to coincide with a pigeon clearance by a group of youths and so I ran straight into the line of aim for one of the party and that should have been that.
Now here I am again, or still as you might suggest, as far as I can tell I found myself on the same spot as I had been as if it had been but a moment or two since my escape but now I am alone and so I have walked across to the hospital to assistance. It was as I approached that I became aware that my newly corporeal state was just a little too corporeal and a far too little covered, in short I was naked and there were a considerable number of people around who were beginning to notice. So I sprang into a shaded hedged area to pause for thought.
Looking through the gaps in the hedging I perceived that things were not as they should be, the garb of those attending the hospital was quite unlike anything that I had seen before and there were noises and smells which were beyond my experience or descriptive abilities. I came to the conclusion that I must watch and listen and see what could be made of all this newness.
As I sat in the shade of this great Building, staring at the wonders around me, I also contemplated the past and what on earth I am to do now that I am back. This is where I spent the final period of my last life, never hoping to smell fresh air again, and it is a novelty to be wandering around outside.
For those who do not know I am the person who we inhabit is called Tom, Rakewell officially but RakeHell to my friends, such as they were, and I had precious few genuine ones of those. The three I mentioned and young Buck Flash were the best and truest but there are others who I miss now and I am a little disappointed that I will not see their like again.
It is odd to be here and free and I am not sure what has happened, all that I can tell is that one moment I was not and then in the next instant I was. It was a little inconvenient to be naked for a moment but I am in a park and it is a Summer’s day so perhaps I will pass for an eccentric or madman (appropriate I suppose for this place) while I resolve the issue of covering myself.
I suppose that the only thing I can do is seek help but as I view the area from behind the hedge where I hid myself I cannot judge which are the inhabitants of the hospital and which the custodians. Another issue appeared to be which sex they are as they all dress the same and there appears to be little difference in hair or gait, someone I took to be a young boy lay down on the grass and removed his outer garments revealing himself to be a well-formed young woman. In fact so much of her was revealed that there was no doubt of her sex, entertaining though this view was I adjudged that she would be an inmate of the Bethlehem who has escaped her keepers and felt a little sorry for her in her lunatic desire to rid herself of clothing.
Tom’s gone soft I hear you cry, where is our Rake? Do not worry kind reader, Tom is as he was but after my past adventures I seem to have developed a little empathy for my lunatic brethren and I would not wish them to come to serious harm.
As I watched the young woman taking her ease in the warmth of the sun I saw a tall fellow approach her, similarly attired in a light undershirt and thick, tight long breeches of some kind. The two were dressed so similarly that I took this to be a uniform for the establishment, it looked functional and basic and presumably was easy to clean.
To my astonishment the fellow removed his shirt, exposing his upper torso to the young madwoman and then proceeded to further remove his lower leggings and boots leaving himself naked bar some kind of short under breeches. The girl appeared to welcome his company as she reached up and embraced him in a most familiar fashion, I was not shocked but deeply surprised at such behaviour in a very public place. I can honestly say that I have seen more reticent greetings from the whores of Piccadilly when accosting possible clients for their services. I know this to be a hospital for the insane but even so I would not expect to see inmates of both genders permitted to fratenise in such a loose manner. Where were the Custodians and keepers for these people? This and many other questions which I had not even begun to contemplate were to be answered all too soon!
As I look around I notice other inmates there does appear to be a great deal of freedom within the gardens as I cannot see any of the uniformed bullies I would expect to keep order. There has also been some massive war in my beloved London as in front of the hospital are two huge guns of a type and style that I have never before beheld, clearly great violence has been done in this city. Perhaps it is this violence that has caused a softening of the treatment in this once harsh institution.
All that I can see just creates more questions to which I have no answers and will have none without seeking them and in order to do that I will need to be clothed as I cannot imagine that male nakedness is socially acceptable even yet. So….clothing, hmmm!
An idea strikes me as the fellow and the girl are exercising their very public passion for each other, he is about my size or perhaps a little larger so that is a possibility but I have five clear yards distance to the pile. There is also the issue that I have no idea of what my body is capable or what form others see when they look at me (or even if they see me at all. perchance I am some mere shade in their sight!). This latter thought suggests others, I wonder if clothes will actually hang on me, they may just fall off or even through me….what would that feel like? Would it tickle…. no that is ridiculous, if it fell through me it would be because I was not there and if I am not there then I need no garments as others should not perceive my shape.
This seems to be typical of my current mood, falling into flippant philosophy rather than getting on with the task in hand and thus risking the other two becoming tired of their embraces and leaving. These two seem to be enjoying each other and their shared intimacy so I will take a chance……
I slip from one bush to another until I can almost stretch out and touch them but instead I take a firm grip on the males clothing and snatch at it as I spring away in the opposite direction.
Running on the grass without shoes was fine but then I ran straight over a gravel path and found that my corporal state was very real indeed, my poor feet hurt like the very devil. I had been worried that my sudden dash would raise the attention of the man but I perceived that he was engrossed in massaging his friends breast whilst exchanging saliva with her and I am not sure that the very ground opening up would have distracted him.